Soccer Lessons

With speed of light Fast, furious feet The little boy ran Not skipping a beat With breaths of fire A wish for a goal He escaped from the pack With the ball, there in tow He ran down the field To the yells of the crowd Soccer was his game With a smile, he was proud He pulled back his foot He thrust it for a shot His face turned beet red As he gave it what he got But the goalie was hot As my son took his kick Sad at that time That the goal didn’t stick Off from the field Still a smile on his face He knew he did his best So he still took first place My boy was so wise To know at just eight Not the place that you finish That makes you seem great It’s the effort of the person Doing the best that you can I couldn’t believe the wisdom From my boy, this little man